Needing a Trainer (Open to more experienced RPers)

[rebecca]

Rebecca sat in practical silence on the benches of the dojo. She was reflecting, caught in a web of her bad experiences. All of which can be blamed on her lack of strength, and fighting skill. She sat with her chin resting on her two flat palms, in deep thought, and realisation of her vulnerablity. She remembered... In the last two years, she has had to thievings, one mugging, and two rape attempts. She needed to learn to defend herself, or this would continue. She shook her head, then stood up hastily. The gym was completely empty, perfect. She would not embarres herself.

She made her way slowly, and slouched to the punchbags, to test her own strength. She was always taught to run away from fights, but what if she could not? Like the mugging, she was forced into a corner, and the rapist grabbed her around the neck. She stopped a few meters away from the punch bag. Her weedy arms made punches difficult. She drove a few into the punch bags, to little effect. It swayed slightly. She was getting impatient.

Taking a few steps back beforehand, she gave a sharp roundhouse kick to it. More effect, the punchbag swayed violently. As it came back, Rebecca kicked it again. It swung back again. Her leg was still raised, she had excellent balance. This time, as the bag approached her leg, she span, and delivered a spin-kick, sending it swaying in the other direction. It swung back. Rebecca leapt into the air, chaning legs, and kicked it with her left. It swung more vioently, she stopped it with a softer kick, then a catch, to avoid accidents.

She breathed heavily, honestly quite impressed with herself. She had no idea her kicks were quite so powerful, but neither was it much of a surprise. Considering her main hobbys were cycling, swimming, and running, it was inevitable. She smiled to herself, but could not quit here. She needed more technique. This time she stepped back further, taking a running start, and leaping into the air. At great speeds, she kicked with her right, then twisted around, and kicked with her left. It did some damage, she came to the floor, and rolled to avoid self-damage. The punch bag swung at her. She was knealt, and twisted onto her back, kicking it with both feet, then using this momentum to get back on her feet.

She stanced up, and as the punch bag swung towards her again, she leapt into the air, with the little time she gave herself, she used her knee, rather than full leg. Her right knee, then her left. Reaching the ground once more, she ended the combo with a strong double-punch. Stopping it where it was. She was proud, but saw many mistakes in her own form. Against an actual opponent, you know, with limbs, she could be open to attack. Her endurance and strength are low, but her technique, balance, and speed were very high. She needed a way to harness this, and put aside her flaws.

She needed a trainer, someone who knew how to fight, rather than just train herself. She sighed, and looked around as the gym doors shut, had someone just arrived? or was it just the wind. She did not care much, she just turned back to the punch bag. Lifting her left leg, and kicking it continuously, working on balance and speed, but practically ignoring power. A few minutes passed before she heard a voice and turned..

[taru]

"Hey."

Taru looked at Rebecca and saw her kicking the bag. Maybe she can do something in Muay Thai. Kicking is something special. And knowing how to use those legs of her, could make them deadly weapons. Deadlier than his. Taru looked at the girl with a slight smile and observed her balance and speed. She's saving energy by not using power. Pretty good. I probaly could help her become a muay thai specialist. Taru stood next to Rebecca with a smile . She's older than me too. That might be a little hard to teach someone older but hell.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Taru. I saw your knees and kicks. You could do pretty damn well Muay Thai miss. I don't know if you practice that style, but I could help you with it. You see, your legs can be deadly weapons. Every part of it actually. I know you don't like getting lectured by someone younger but, I'd be happy to help you out with anything you need help with. I'm just that kind of person."

Taru smiled at her and thought back to her kicks and the speed of them. Taru realized that if she could use more force with her legs, she'd be a monster. Taru realized it was probaly best to tell her that so she could have some hope with it. Taru also realized she had balance. Something many begginers have trouble with. Taru went up to her.

"Your speed and balance is truly insane. if you had some power and stamina, which can be achieved. You could become a monster. Not in the apperance but the power of your attacks. See miss. Your speed and balance is something people lack. But without strength and stamina, thier just nothing. But see, most people don't know how to acquire each of the four. But it's actually, quite simple. If you allow me to help, there are two methods we can use to get those legs strong and durable. But I just need your consent so I can do so. Observe. Taru stood infront of her and got into his muay thai kickboxing stance. Taru put his right leg froward instead of his leg and made a left kick to the middle of the bag pivoting on his foot and turning his waist but then he quickly put the left kick down and pushed off the ground throwing a right one to the top of the bag. Then, he put the right leg in the back doing a kick that went across the back before spinning his body and jumping again for another kick on the right.

ooc:left side kick, jumping right high kick, right cross kick, jumping right cross kick

"And that is just begginer level. And, you probaly will only use the jumping when your opponent is taller than you. Never use it when thier shorter. That's just common sense. "

Taru smiled.

"So will you allow me to help you out miss?"

[rebecca]

Another person entered the gym, Rebecca looked over her shoulder breifly, it seemed to be a boy, he looked younger than Rebecca.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Taru. I saw your knees and kicks. You could do pretty damn well Muay Thai miss." He began. Rebecca smiled lightly, having little prior knowlage of any martial arts, she was not familiar with Muay Thai, as said. She said in return, "I'm Rebecca." But nothing else, she stayed a little quieter, not sure what to expect in a way.

"I don't know if you practice that style" He Continued, " but I could help you with it. You see, your legs can be deadly weapons." She was not exactly assertive to the imagery, but she listened on with little reaction anyway. "Every part of it actually. I know you don't like getting lectured by someone younger but, I'd be happy to help you out with anything you need help with. I'm just that kind of person."

Rebecca thought he was quite cute. He was trying his best to help, despite the slight awkwardness of offering tips to someone olde rthan you, and a girl. He was respectfull too, and kind, and enthusiastic. "I'm very flattered," Rebecca said when he had finished, "And would be happy to try any tips you would give." This was true enough, but she was not looking for a full martial art tutoring, only a few tips.

"Your speed and balance is truly insane. if you had some power and stamina, which can be achieved. You could become a monster. Not in the apperance but the power of your attacks." Rebecca giggled as he quickly made sure she did not get the wrong meaning. She knew what he meant, but it was quite funny. "See miss." He continued in a more informal tone, "Your speed and balance is something people lack. But without strength and stamina, thier just nothing. But see, most people don't know how to acquire each of the four. But it's actually, quite simple. If you allow me to help, there are two methods we can use to get those legs strong and durable. But I just need your consent so I can do so. Observe."

Taru then walked in front of Rebecca, and prepared a stance of which Rebecca was not familiar, but which she assumed was this muay thai mentioned earlier. He went into a slightly slower, but a lot more powerful series of kicks, left side kick, jumping right high kick, right cross kick, jumping right cross kick. It was rather impressive. "And that is just begginer level. And, you probaly will only use the jumping when your opponent is taller than you. Never use it when thier shorter. That's just common sense. "

Even though there was slight arrogance in his Tone, Rebecca completely overlooked it, and did not really care. "So will you allow me to help you out miss?" He ended. Rebecca felt she should explain. "Taru, i need to explain. I need some self defence manuvers, rather than aggression, or offensive. You see, i have been a victim of crime a few times over the last year, and just need a way to escape." She ended, trying to sound as little pathetic as humanly possible.

[Zeniro]

Although the large maori had not been in the gym at the time, he had been watching the young woman. She had sat quietly for some time, she looked liek she was deep in thought. Zeniro picked up the troubled expression on her face. Dark thoughts...unwanted thoughts. Zeniro knew these well. He let out a slow breath and brought his hands from his pockets, his left arm came to rest at his side while his right hand scratched slowly at the back of his neck, those sharp, black varnished nails digging into the skin.

Zeniro found himself losing interest until the young woman finally began to take action. Her initial attacks on the punch bag were meger at best. Her upper body strength and technique were horribly weak. Zeniro shook his head slowly. It was not until the young woman broke out a reportoire of kicks that he actually paid some attention. Although the kicks were far from perfect, they were much better than her upper body attacks. It came as no surprise to Zeniro that her legs held the most power, in all people their legs offered the most power. With her power she also showed grace and athletisism. A natural it seemed when it came to kicking. Zeniro contemplated entering the gym, he had very little experience with the students so far. All that stopped him at this point was the fact that the woman was alone, and he knew how uncomfortable he made people feel. Zeniro had no desire to intimidate women. Such actions he felt were bellow even him. However he did notice a familiar face enter the gym, he talked directly to the girl. Commenting perhaps on her form and technique. Now the gym was not empty Zeniro thought he would enter. And so he pushed himself from the wall and headed toward the double doors that acted as a side entrance to the gym. As the doors swung open Zeniro would walk toward the male and the female. The heavy chains that hung from his wirsts chinking slightly as his arms brushed against his sides. The only other noise coming from him would be the dull thuds emitting from his combat boots, the steel toe caps adding to the weighted thuds. Coming to stop only a few yards away from them Zeniro adjusted the sleevless denim jacket that he wore over the taught black muscle shirt. The spiked metal studs that alligned the shoulders of his jacket gleamed in the light offered by the sun. Ignoring the male for now Zeniro spoke only to the young woman, his dark eyes locking on her face.

"You're not a fighter are you, but it seems that you are willing to learn. If you want to improve...ignore your strengths and work on your weakness. In a fight you have no upper body threat to speak of, using your legs too much will make you one dimensional...predicatable, and in the end beatable."

Zeniro paused allowing his initial statement to sink in. His hands gestured slowly toward the bag that still swung softly from the previous assault offered by the young woman.

"I noticed you had a good center of gravity. However when you're kicking you'll inevitably compromise that ballance. A good fighter will easily manipulate your kicks. This will throw you off ballance further and in the worst case scenario you'll find yourself at the mercy of your opponent."

Zeniro paused once more, if there was one thing on this earth that he knew about it was fighting. Zeniro also knew that it didn't matter how fast you were, how strong you were or even how capable you were technique wise. fighting when it came down to it was all in the mind.

"However ability means shit if you don't have the right mind set to back it up. You've got to be willing to go that step further than your opponent...to be a truly great fighter you've got to be willing to kill or die trying. Their are many fighters in this school, but their are few killers..."

Zeniro gave what some might call a smile at the last word that he spoke, as he did he revealed those sharp canine teeth of his. Pearly white and sinister in his powerful jaw. Looking now to the punch bag, Zeniro spoke a few last words.

"If you want to improve....stop hitting that bag, and come and hit me. I promise you I can take it."

[taru]

Taru looked at Zeniro with a strange feeling. For some reason...He's wierding me out. He has a wierd aura around him.

"Um...Whoever you are she doesn't have much experience yet. So don't go knock her out on her first try. Although she'll have to get used to the feeling of being hit in the face. That's one of the first steps of over coming your fears of getting hit. And I have to agree if you don't have the mind of a fighter, you can't be a fighter. Think about the best fighters in the world. Fedor, he looks like he just woke up from bed but then he quickly beats the living crap out of the other person. His mind was trained well due to him being in the military. But just having a focused mind is essential. Going in there with brute force swinging wildly would become a quick trip to the hospital. But you have a good technique. And defense is another essential thing."

" If you put your guard down and think your mike tyson, you'll get knocked out. And maybe taken away and raped. Not being cruel but being realistic. Being prepared for antyhing is part of defenses. Protection your body is another. You'll find out when you fight this guy. I'm sure he'll throw some attacks but not the sense to kill you. Maybe."

Taru looked at Zeniro with slight fear still. Who is this guy? I just feel really wierd around him. He was certaintly a better fighter than Taru.

"And you know much more about fighting than me, so please instruct her how you feel. My speciality is only in kickboxing and pressure points. Nothing else. I just wanna help out students like this girl here. I can't do much else. "

Taru frowned a little before awaiting one of thier answers.

[rebecca]

ooc: sorry for the ages wait fellas, a lot of stuff going on at the moment ;D


Rebecca turned away from the two men, they were naturally just trying to help, but they were both simply throwing facts at her. One of them even suggested she his him, purposefully. She would not do such a thing. The shook her head lightly. It seemed they were battling eachother over who could tutor her, but she doubted either of them would, they did not understand.

"Um...Whoever you are she doesn't have much experience yet. So don't go knock her out on her first try. Although she'll have to get used to the feeling of being hit in the face. That's one of the first steps of over coming your fears of getting hit. And I have to agree if you don't have the mind of a fighter, you can't be a fighter. Think about the best fighters in the world. Fedor, he looks like he just woke up from bed but then he quickly beats the living crap out of the other person. His mind was trained well due to him being in the military. But just having a focused mind is essential. Going in there with brute force swinging wildly would become a quick trip to the hospital. But you have a good technique. And defense is another essential thing."

"However ability means shit if you don't have the right mind set to back it up. You've got to be willing to go that step further than your opponent...to be a truly great fighter you've got to be willing to kill or die trying. Their are many fighters in this school, but their are few killers..."


"Look," She began, stopping the half argument, "I am not looking to be a fighter, a warrior, a brute, a 'monster' as so elegantly put." Her voice was slightly irritated. "I am just looking to defend myself, i don't want to kill people, i want to be able to run away, i only need a few moves, a few ways." She stopped, bowed her head. She did not mean to raise her voice, just the stress was getting to her.

"i'm sorry, i know your intentions are well, but please, help me, don't throw facts at me, because to be honest, i couldn't give a shit about the flaws in my technique." She did not like swearing, but this was ridiculous.